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What’s that? You want me to finish The Last Gentlemen now that your dear wife has passed? Sorry pal, there’s just no market for it. (I suspect it was a telemarketer. But seeing as how I didn’t pick up, I’ll never know for sure.)

Gosh, I knew the mainstream media was fonder of Francis than it ever was of Benedict, but this is really something else.

Though the mailman brought this, it does not appear to be either a bill or an advertisement. There are words scrawled all over it, and there is a cryptic inscription at the bottom: JOB. It’s as if someone took an email and printed it, by hand , on a piece of paper, and then shipped that piece of paper to me.

Remember what I said about Facebook and heaven? Remember how you rent your garments? Marshall McLuhan said the same thing about the telephone in 1965. I’ve been surf-boarding a McLuhan wave of late and mostly sucking up salt water, but having a good time. Got tubular here: Stoked, dude.

The next day was much warmer. – Elizabeth Bishop A golden finch is singing rain in notes That fall in desperate distances of cloud – The agony of rust that sounds a gate’s Intransigent articulation. Wood And field are cropping frozen fog and hold Their tongues to seek relief from winter’s chafe. This March is hard and time is growing old While April strives to dream the fallen leaf. The snow dispersed beneath a chilling rain Is pocking furrows, mocking shadows’ claims To death and night and all that draws a line In time – what ties to stone our names And dates – what pulls at earth with rusty cry And rips the frozen hinges off the sky.

Burrell puts the Korrektiv Summer Reading Klub to Shame

“Play Me” – the first single from the musical collective Good Country People. Vocals: Mary Ann Carr Backup vocals: Betty Duffy Music: Bill Wilson Words: Matthew Lickona Amazon Spread the word. You know – if you like it.

Things have been busy at Casa Godsbody of late. Part of that busyness has involved the creation of a boozyata, which is a pinata filled with plastic single servings of booze, the sort you might find on an airplane beverage cart. Video of the boozyata’s destruction is still forthcoming. But here it is prior to hanging.

“The word ‘Korrektiv’ is taken from the Dutch philosopher Soren Kierkegaard, who wantd to provide what he called a ‘korrektiv’ to the German secular philosophy of his day. The Korrektiv Press “started as a group blog between a few converts to Catholicism who shared an interest in Kierkegaard and Walker Percy,” Lickona said. Members of the Korrektiv “discuss projects, we read and edit each others’ work, and in some cases, we collaborate,” Lickona said. So far, the group has published a book of poetry called House of Words by Jonathan Potter, a novel called Birds Nest in Your Hair by Brian Jobe, and Surfing with Mel . Also in the Korrektiv pipeline [is] the story of the Great Seattle Fire told in Pushkin sonnets and a collection of short stories based on ancillary characters in the works of Walker Percy.” – “Mel Gibson Becomes a Character in ‘Korrektiv’ Catholic Fiction,” by Cyril Jones-Kelle...

Added a few links on the sidebar: Good Country People, Labora/Editions, Signposts in a Strange Land. No, seriously, check them out. And can we all please give a round of applause to sitemistress extraordinaire Dorian Speed of Up to Speed , who took time out of her ridiculously busy schedule to embiggen our Mitsui avatars? Thanks. More soon! How are everybody’s projects? Gaga Confidential slouches toward publication. The sketches should be good.

…that is a VW microbus welded on top of a psychedelic school bus. Why do you ask?

In San Diego, no less.

Me: “If I get any fatter, I’m going to have to change my hip-hop name from The Pale Third Rail to The Spherical Miracle.” The Wife: “Put that on The Korrektiv. It will make people smile.”